Grover was sniffing the wind, looking nervous. He fished out his acorns and threw them into the sand, then played his pipes. They rearranged themselves in a pattern that made no sense to me, but Grover looked concerned. "That's us,"he said. "Those five nuts right there.""Which one is me?"I asked. "The little deformed one,"Zoe suggested. "Oh, shut up. Rick Riordan, The Titan's Curse #Acorns #Percy Jackson #Zoe Nightshade